Professor Hamilton flipped through a bunch of pages in his clipboard before looking at me. "Ah, Jeannette Thomas. How are bạn doing?"
"Shh!" I hissed, feeling ridiculous.
He laughed. "Oh yes, bạn are called the Nightfury, am I right?"
"Yes." Great. Now I had to add a mask to my superhero suit.
The professor took a box from the cupboard and opened it. "Batman didn't want to risk exposing your identity, so that's why he assigned me as your doctor."
There it was: the needle. The pointy part in the end shone in the light.
I gulped. "It's just one shot, right?"
He didn't answer. "It won't hurt too bad, Nightfury. Now hold still..." The needle was just a centimeter away from my arm.
You could do this Jenny, just think happy thoughts. I breathed in and out.
I clutched the cot tightly. He's almost done, Jenny. bạn could do this.
"THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS!!" I yelled, which startled the professor.
"Sorry," I đã đưa ý kiến sheepishly.
I closed my eyes tightly, and I felt a pinch on my arm.
"There," the professor concluded. "Now was that so hard?"
I hopped off the cot. "Not really. Thanks, Professor."
He nodded, then went back to his work.
I breathed a sigh of relief, then headed for the bioship.
"Anybody home?" I called as I stepped into my house.
"JENNY!" screamed my 13-year old sister, Victoria. She pulled me toward the phòng bếp, nhà bếp counter. "What's the answer to this math problem?"
I rolled my eyes. "Figure it out. Where's Dad?"
"He's out on a business trip."
I dropped my bag bởi the counter and went into livingroom, where my 19-year old brother played his video games.
"Hey," I đã đưa ý kiến as I sat tiếp theo to him.
"How was the doctor's appointment?"
I showed him the band-aid on my arm. "How do bạn think it went?"
He smiled. "Never mind."
I got bored, so I went to the room I shared with Annaliese, my 16-year old sister.
"...And she was wearing POLYESTER! Could bạn believe that?" Great, she's hogging the phone.
I shoved her away from my side of the room. "Don't touch my stuff!"
She stuck her tongue out, then went back to her conversation.
Ugh, why did I have to share with the Queen of brats?
Anna hung up the phone and looked at me. "Jenny? Your nose is bleeding."
I gasped and ran into the bathroom to see if she was lying.
She wasn't. I quickly cleaned up, but a major headache was forming.
I rubbed my forehead. Now my stomach was hurting. The pain stung me like a wasp, making me numb and unable to move.
I lay on the floor and held my knees to my chest. "It'll go away..." I told myself.
My throat was so dry. I clutched the sink and turned on the faucet, but I started coughing. Little red spots covered the sink and a little of the mirror.
Blood... Blood made me nauseous; even if it was my own.
I fell to the floor, coughing out thêm blood.
"What's going on in there?!" Anna burst through the door and screamed.
"CHRIS! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH JEANNETTE!!!"
The last thing I remembered before fainting was the flash of red in Anna's hair.
"Shh!" I hissed, feeling ridiculous.
He laughed. "Oh yes, bạn are called the Nightfury, am I right?"
"Yes." Great. Now I had to add a mask to my superhero suit.
The professor took a box from the cupboard and opened it. "Batman didn't want to risk exposing your identity, so that's why he assigned me as your doctor."
There it was: the needle. The pointy part in the end shone in the light.
I gulped. "It's just one shot, right?"
He didn't answer. "It won't hurt too bad, Nightfury. Now hold still..." The needle was just a centimeter away from my arm.
You could do this Jenny, just think happy thoughts. I breathed in and out.
I clutched the cot tightly. He's almost done, Jenny. bạn could do this.
"THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS!!" I yelled, which startled the professor.
"Sorry," I đã đưa ý kiến sheepishly.
I closed my eyes tightly, and I felt a pinch on my arm.
"There," the professor concluded. "Now was that so hard?"
I hopped off the cot. "Not really. Thanks, Professor."
He nodded, then went back to his work.
I breathed a sigh of relief, then headed for the bioship.
"Anybody home?" I called as I stepped into my house.
"JENNY!" screamed my 13-year old sister, Victoria. She pulled me toward the phòng bếp, nhà bếp counter. "What's the answer to this math problem?"
I rolled my eyes. "Figure it out. Where's Dad?"
"He's out on a business trip."
I dropped my bag bởi the counter and went into livingroom, where my 19-year old brother played his video games.
"Hey," I đã đưa ý kiến as I sat tiếp theo to him.
"How was the doctor's appointment?"
I showed him the band-aid on my arm. "How do bạn think it went?"
He smiled. "Never mind."
I got bored, so I went to the room I shared with Annaliese, my 16-year old sister.
"...And she was wearing POLYESTER! Could bạn believe that?" Great, she's hogging the phone.
I shoved her away from my side of the room. "Don't touch my stuff!"
She stuck her tongue out, then went back to her conversation.
Ugh, why did I have to share with the Queen of brats?
Anna hung up the phone and looked at me. "Jenny? Your nose is bleeding."
I gasped and ran into the bathroom to see if she was lying.
She wasn't. I quickly cleaned up, but a major headache was forming.
I rubbed my forehead. Now my stomach was hurting. The pain stung me like a wasp, making me numb and unable to move.
I lay on the floor and held my knees to my chest. "It'll go away..." I told myself.
My throat was so dry. I clutched the sink and turned on the faucet, but I started coughing. Little red spots covered the sink and a little of the mirror.
Blood... Blood made me nauseous; even if it was my own.
I fell to the floor, coughing out thêm blood.
"What's going on in there?!" Anna burst through the door and screamed.
"CHRIS! SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH JEANNETTE!!!"
The last thing I remembered before fainting was the flash of red in Anna's hair.
"I don't wanna die!" the boy howled, digging his face into Revenge's knee.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a dao, con dao in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, bạn too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a dao, con dao in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, bạn too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
We have to bring Young justice back to prevent cartoon network from becoming a "strictly goofy" channel. If were going to bring this hiển thị back and running we have to state our case until further notice. If all of the những người hâm mộ come together and act the hiển thị will be back.
Here's my plan
1. Go to cartoon network
2. Scroll down until bạn see Contact us click it
3. Then in category choose Programming
4. then topic choose other shows
5. After wards type your email
6. Put the positives of why YJ should return, talk about the outcomes of having a season 3, etc....
All bạn need is an email and your good. This will work if we spam them to the point of aggravation.
bạn can use your email thêm than once.
Here's my plan
1. Go to cartoon network
2. Scroll down until bạn see Contact us click it
3. Then in category choose Programming
4. then topic choose other shows
5. After wards type your email
6. Put the positives of why YJ should return, talk about the outcomes of having a season 3, etc....
All bạn need is an email and your good. This will work if we spam them to the point of aggravation.
bạn can use your email thêm than once.